Runny
Eggs

One Friday
when I drove to Scarborough I arrived too early to book into the hotel. I strolled
around town, felt hungry and went in a café in the indoor market. There was a
sign up saying the eggs were free range so I ordered a coffee and two slices of
toast with a fried egg on each one. “How do you like ‘em?”
a large lass asked so I said “a bit runny, please.”

They were more runny than Usaine
Bolt on crystal-meth with a stick of lit dynamite poking out of his peaches.
Large Lass broke a couple of eggs onto a large griddle and flipped them over
too quickly. It was about noon but nobody else was in the café so she sat
opposite me at the table with a coffee for herself. This meant I had to eat
(more like drink) the eggs in front of her. Yuk! I could feel those runny eggs
sloshing around me all afternoon.

I have painted some runny eggs here while I was letting a friend’s rabbits
run around in the back garden for a couple of hours. I remembered Large Lass
had a long griddle pan for frying many eggs simultaneously so I have shown
this. This painting was done quickly with acrylic paint on a canvas from Poundland. The cheaper the paints more runny they are so I
used some cheap stuff to daub in the yokes and left them to run.

Making the eggs runny…

Mmmm….the
yokes needs doing again...

Outside Scarborough’s indoor market
where I experienced the runny eggs…